2001-05-17~~12:17 p.m.
Spring is in the air...

Spring is here. Isn’t it grand? I just love this time of year. Summer clothes are just so much more fun than winter clothes.

My friend, Evan, lives in a much colder climate than I do. He touts the splendor in making love before a roaring fireplace with snow falling outside the window. That sounds fine, I suppose... right up until the part where the love making ends and you have to deal with all that cold and snow.

I’m a California girl. It doesn’t have to get much below 70º before I start complaining about the cold. And when it’s below 65, we use our fireplace. The way I see it, all I’m missing out on is a little cold, wet stuff. I stayed home with two babies. There’s been enough “wet” in my life.

Back to spring. I’ve been noticing how much friendlier people are in the spring. Men. Men are so different in the spring. The ones who would cut you off in the rain without a second look are now smiling at me through their open car windows. I smile back. It’s harmless fun.

Flirting, I think, is one of the greatest joys in a married woman’s life. My husband is like money in the bank. I know that he loves me. I know that the kind of love we share is the kind that is deep and sincere and lasts a lifetime. And that is very important to me. BUT sometimes, it isn’t enough. Maybe I’m just greedy. I don’t know.

T tells me that I’m beautiful.... but he kind of has to. After all, he has to live with me. But these men.. these wonderful, smiling, flirty men... I will never see them again. Their glances mean more to my ego than any compliment I get in my own home.

So I float through the springtime on a cloud created by my own enormous ego. This is a cloud I have floated on before. Almost always during the spring. It is an enjoyable place to sit, but it makes you do some funky shit.

A few years ago, I, grown woman that I was, but under the influence of a little too much spring, purchased body glitter. I only wore it on my vacation and I didn’t really over-do it (though in hindsight, ANY amount of body glitter on a woman over 25 who isn’t a Vegas Showgirl is probably over-doing it). I am sure there were people who thought it was ridiculous. Too bad. I only have once chance to live this life and I intend to enjoy it.

Spring has sprung. Go forth from your houses and enjoy the attention. Smile at people. I bet they’ll smile back. We’ll start a revolution of flirtatiousness. Everyone will be happy and smiling and floating on clouds.

Think I’ll go buy some stock in BodyGlitter.

-Alice